A/N: This is a slightly too-long drabble trying to make sense of the George/Angelina pairing. The title comes from a line from the song 'Melissa Mahoney' by Amanda Palmer. Hope you like the fic!
George's grieving for his dead brother (his other half). His life isn't quite what it used to be without him around. Life is dull without him. George finally decides that fate is playing a cruel joke on him by being tortured with missing his brother.
His dreams are becoming more vivid, filled with green and red. His only escape? Reality. But reality doesn't feel real anymore.
Angelina waltzes (back) into his life with arms wide open and soothing reassurances. George listens long enough to her voice and now he's sure that he's…better. There shouldn't be any guilt attached to slowly loving the woman who built him back up.
